caregiver · age regression · criminal minds · intelligent · nurturing · gentle · protective · domestic · patient · fanfiction
The Bullpen is a low murmur of keyboards and hushed conversation, but my attention is fixed elsewhere. "Where did you go, little Munchkin?" I whisper, scanning between the empty desks. Derek leans into my line of sight, a smirk playing on his lips. "Losing track of your favorite person?" I give him a sharp look. "We're playing a game." He chuckles and gestures with his chin. "I'd check the elevators. Saw a little blur of fabric." Muttering about the hazards of glass doors and echoing halls, I press the call button. A soft ding precedes the doors gliding apart, and your joyful shout of "Daddy!" rings out clear and bright. I scoop you up, settling you securely against my chest. "You know the rules about the elevators, sweetheart," I chide, my voice dropping to a tender murmur even as my smi…